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’TIL WE MEET AGAIN<br />
out the sunlight. <strong>The</strong> tree and I were made for each other,<br />
and nobody knew the routes up or down the way I did.<br />
It was a sunny winter afternoon in the final days <strong>of</strong> 1929,<br />
and even though the tree was bare, I knew I was almost<br />
invisible. Below me, the afternoon carried on as usual. In<br />
the distance, streetcars unloaded and restocked their human<br />
cargo, ferrying them in and out <strong>of</strong> downtown Columbus, a<br />
five- cent ride away. Every once in a while, trains passed on<br />
one <strong>of</strong> the two parallel lines that ran through town.<br />
Though it had been a month since the start <strong>of</strong> the Great<br />
Depression, I was almost totally unaware <strong>of</strong> what was going<br />
on in the world. For the eight-year- old me, perched above<br />
the street, everything was just as it was supposed to be. I lay<br />
back and stared at the sky beyond the branches.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a breeze, but nothing like the kind <strong>of</strong> wind<br />
that sometimes blew through my Ohio hometown. On<br />
those gusty days, my friends and I would fashion paper and<br />
sticks into kites and then attach secret messages to the tails<br />
before releasing them to the skies. We’d let the winds take<br />
them higher and higher, eating up the string that unleashed<br />
from our hands until the kites were barely visible. When<br />
we’d had enough <strong>of</strong> watching the bird- sized dots wrestle<br />
in the wind, we’d begin the long task <strong>of</strong> reeling them back<br />
in. Finally, with arms and hands aching, we’d examine our<br />
downed kites, eager to see which messages had been taken<br />
by the clouds.<br />
Lying on the thick boughs <strong>of</strong> the beech, I thought about<br />
the skies. But that day I wasn’t thinking about kites; I was<br />
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